[Kallen's walking along one of those streets, umbrella overhead in one hand, and a bag of groceries in the other. The running figure amongst the lull and lethargy of the others surrounding her catches her eye, and when she hears the question-- or at least what she thinks she hears-- her grip on the umbrella's handle tightens as she grits her teeth.
She's well aware there are numerous ways to handle this, a good number of which include her not dealing with it at all. Unfortunately, she's been in this position a number of times before, and she's been thankful for those who have been there for her, whether they would have been her first choice of comfort or not. Turning her back on another in that situation doesn't sit well with her at all.
Before she can stop herself, the pilot is crossing the road, footsteps splashing in the shallow puddles that litter the street. Kallen calls out to the frantic looking young man, hoping to get his attention before he runs up to another unsuspecting civilian.]
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She's well aware there are numerous ways to handle this, a good number of which include her not dealing with it at all. Unfortunately, she's been in this position a number of times before, and she's been thankful for those who have been there for her, whether they would have been her first choice of comfort or not. Turning her back on another in that situation doesn't sit well with her at all.
Before she can stop herself, the pilot is crossing the road, footsteps splashing in the shallow puddles that litter the street. Kallen calls out to the frantic looking young man, hoping to get his attention before he runs up to another unsuspecting civilian.]
Suzaku!